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Fool Me Once

Shame on you. Fool me twice - you know how it goes. Of course, someone pointed out that Mother already gave me this piece of advice two years ago, and I am only finding the truth in her words now. But I think that some loneliness would do me some good - build up the ol' "Me, Myself, and I" trust and comfort. But, I have been occupied by my thoughts lately anyways. A lot of apathy going on lately. A lot of it. So much. Impossibly so. But the most important thing is, I feel no sense of urgency - almost in a separate reality, really. In fact, every day gives me a feeling that I have traveled back in time about 7-8 months. Springtime always felt the slowest-moving and loneliest anyways.

Recent developments include Benedict Cumberbatch (because hot damn, son. How can looking at someone's smile make me so giddy), non-beth friend roommate events, and everyone plans on picking up and heading out soon. Puppy has to get used to being lonely soon. Soon (but I have no sense of urgency, remember?). Yeah, who cares.

Did go home last weekend - goods feelings all around. Went to Teenage Bro's homecoming football game with a lovely friend, got caught in the rain and lost by 40 points, had Denny's with lovely friend, bought Denny's for Teen Bro, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, had a very honest conversation with Teen Bro (he did most of the talking actually). Also washed Bonbon, took Little Brother to library book sale, bought new books for him and myself. Basically, the best weekend ever.





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